Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.